Answer:
My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go, I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say.
Who is he that runs without a leg. And his house on his back?
Salty water everywhere but not sea in sight.
Do what he says and you'll be fine, don't and you lose the game.
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?